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Nan Goldin: Cupid with his wings on fire, Le Louvre (2010)
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moodybroodysblog · 4 months
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transparent version of the art in this post 🖤 by mitsukazu mihara from the Gothic and Lolita Bible
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moodybroodysblog · 4 months
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My love for egl and a lot of flowing Victorian Gothic style in general is honestly a huge pathway in how I found out I was demisexual.
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I’ve always thought that lolita fashion was a great gateway for asexual fashion expression, so here’s a cute little moodboard!
-Fae
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moodybroodysblog · 4 months
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~ Augusto Cury
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moodybroodysblog · 5 months
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wordle and bts may seem like they have nothing in common but both have been cited by redditors as the reason why their elderly relative quit watching fox news and started acting normal again
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moodybroodysblog · 5 months
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From Paperback Paradise.
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It's time to put the tape on.
(From Paperback Paradise)
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moodybroodysblog · 6 months
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Watching ancient danish movies and found this gem
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moodybroodysblog · 7 months
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A Guide To Exploring Abandoned Churches
If you go alone, don’t bring a flashlight. You’ll see things you don’t want to.
Don’t bring groups bigger than 12.
Bring water and some snacks, but no wine.
If you have to sleep there, sleep in the sanctuary, but not on a pew.
If you try to read the hymnal, the words won’t be english anymore.
The Bibles will be blank until you confess.
Don’t go into the confession booth. The man talking to you is not the priest, and you don’t want to know what he really is.
The cross on the wall changes locations, don’t look at it for too long.
If you see someone praying at the altar, don’t approach them. If they approach you, don’t talk to them. Leave immediately.
If you hear the organ playing while you’re in the basement, know that your time is running out.
If it plays while you’re in the sanctuary, your time is up.
Take whatever you want, but if you find that one of your possesions is missing, don’t look for it. Let them have it. It’s not worth your life.
If you find a rosary, don’t put it on. It won’t help.
The water isn’t holy anymore. Throwing it on the demons in the shadows won’t work.
Drink the wine if you wish to never leave.
Don’t get seperated from your friends.
If you spend the night, leave at sunrise otherwise you’ll enter another plane of reality with no way back.
If you don’t spend the night, leave through the doors you came in.
You might look behind you after leaving and see that the church isn’t there anymore. It means that they took what they wanted.
Never enter the same abandoned church twice. Even (especially) if you forgot something inside. That’s a lure. On your second tour through, they will know enough about you to keep you there.
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moodybroodysblog · 7 months
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🪷I tell you all the time heaven is a place on earth with you 🪷
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moodybroodysblog · 7 months
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What do you do when the dream you've had for the past five years just won't ever be a reality? I'm going through a terrible identity crisis at this point now. Am I even good enough for anything?
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moodybroodysblog · 7 months
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made by me୨୧
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moodybroodysblog · 8 months
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I ADORE this.
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moodybroodysblog · 8 months
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“We were born together on the open road of the chinaberry tree, neither twins, nor neighbors, but one in two and two in one”
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